Breathe

Existential and
It may.
The rapture seeks a sorrow in the hole of storefront toys
Believing in this magic feast of vanilla tears and boys
In dreams of all the trees turned brightly into gold
And into pink and green.
I can swear it to my window’s view
Of dogwood running after May.
Kiss sweet drinking the tempest dews of grass,
Outside songs they shake
And Kids just shake their ass.
Come about the garden range
The temporary landscaped green
Koi and sheen
Breathing dizzy.
And tomorrow just goes on.

Existential and
It’s May
I taste the summer damp heat of June
Cartoons
Cartographers
and I’m humming out your tune.
Lavish in the love of hope and dreams for summer’s past
You just stack books upon your shelf and
Wait
for telephone signals to surpass.
I am here to sound with you
We walk across the morning dew
For crepes and coffee
coconut dreams
And I can breathe
The morning air of what
May.

-Music in Regine, 2007